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Aena made a noncommital sound of thanks as the cigarette was lit for her, drawing deep on it and exhaling whorls of smoke as she sat back upon the raised platform of the shrine. She dangled her bare legs and feet over the side of it, her skirts hitched up beyond her knees as she smoked. "You pay coin, I come. At least I pretend to," she told him with a throaty laugh, though she dropped the pretence as she beheld her son.
"The fuck are you doing here, Adam?" she asked, propping an elbow on her knee and arching an eyebrow down at him. "I thought I raised you better. The gods never did fuck all for us, so why pay them any mind? It wasn't any god that put ideas in your head, or got you those scars. You did that all by yourself."
"The fuck are you doing here, Adam?" she asked, propping an elbow on her knee and arching an eyebrow down at him. "I thought I raised you better. The gods never did fuck all for us, so why pay them any mind? It wasn't any god that put ideas in your head, or got you those scars. You did that all by yourself."
